Love Is Medicine

CHAPTER 50

Hey everyone,

Finally we are back, after a long time around two and half months.

And It's quite a long chapter around 5600 words. The longest I've ever written.

So i would suggest you all to grab a box of Pringles.

Opps!!! it's on the boycott list sorry, i guess classic popcorn would be fine.

Anyways please remember the people of Palestine in your prayers, All we can do is pray for there well-being,the rest is in the hands of the Almighty.

HAMZA

My eyes opened slowly as the soft golden rays of sunshine hit my face through the curtains. I guess I left them open last night.

And i really like morning more than night,it just feels amazing i don't know why?

Maybe I don't have to fear, what incident of my past is going to fuck up my sleep today.

Think positive Nijju

This is a miracle that I slept fully six hours without any nightmare or is this a dream?

Today I'm feeling little warm a little happy from inside.

That it feels surreal

My eyes moved towards the chair beside my bed where I keep my tshirt and eyes widened with shock "What the fuck you are doing here?" I sat up from my sleeping position hurriedly.

Looking at me with a neutral face "You thought you can only sneak in?" She Questioned me back.

"That's not what I mean..How long you have been here?" I looked her thinking about the unfinished painting of her behind her.

I hope she didn't find it out.. I'll be so embarassed..

She sighed softly "For long enough to listen you talking in your sleep." A blush rose to my naked chest.

My eyes landed on her hands resting her lap. I just let my thoughts win I'll hold them that's it.

I wanted to from a long time,and i know how soft and delicate her hands are,i would anything to feel like that again.

I moved my hands towards her and touched it slightly,she looked at me with such loving eyes that my heart melted at that.

Her hands felt so soft that I'm touching a piece of cotton,her hands felt so tiny in mine, they are so delicate.

And for the first time my eyes looked what she's wearing,an pale orange dress with white flowers on them.

Her hair looks straight like normally and the usual gold watch in her hand.

Something is missing? Something is looking odd.

Wait, where's her dupatta?

And why the fuck her hair is straight?

Am I missing something or this is a hallucination?

I tried to touch her hair and suddenly, Ohh shit!! My back touched the ground.

I tried to get up but I am tangled in my comforter and pillows.

And i got pranked by myself, it was a dream i should've known it, at the part where she looks at me soft loving expression, that it's a dream.

I walked out of my room and the sound of TV blasted in my ears, it's my dad watching news at the highest volume.

I think Zohaib's company's half profit would be because of my dad, because his day won't start without listening to the Anchor who is repeating two days old news as a breaking news third time in Ten minutes.